When my life, time, this experience
Of mine is ended and I return home
I know that I impacted very little
No grand actions will my name be known for.  Not good or bad.  Most I've noticed are thought of, missed, mourned for, no more than two generations after passing and those are the very best of the best lived.  No I'm one to be quickly forgotten.  Save for my son.  I've as a friend been inattentive.  Lover? Well, short term.  Never the one.  Never ever after.  Family will miss me slightly more than others that have only barely bothered to attempt at learning anything about who I was.  Just my son.  That he will keep me in his heart is all the peace I can ask for.  All I will need at the time of passing.  Though if I taught him and it took he will miss me but when in memories find himself laughing.  As it was all I lived for was to see his joy or hear his laugh so I tried endlessly to create only the best, only the happy memories by which to own my legacy.

Witness within
without control
watching The systematic
sabotage of something
good being broken
It was my voice, but
all too strongly
laced with malice
My words sent
by my device and typed
out by hands
like mine
Hurtful
accusations that
I knew
could not be true
Blame and
shame
and petty thinking
were tools
that ruined
I fought, but I couldn't
make my mind stop
racing
Only break
a little more inside
knowing
the consequences
She would hate me,
put up walls and take
away new roads
Rightly so,
I know how unstable
my cursed and
That hated self Looks
to those that
stand close when it
gets out
more than once
lost
had to go alone
following
Each time
I've been passanger
witness within Again
and again
and I know,
that our connection
it broke
Is gone
for no good,
I hate him
I hate that
I am
him
to the world outside
of my skin